My Spurt of Sadness

I miss the songs you used to sing me. I miss the way you always lit a cigarette for me. I miss the night we danced, just the two of us. I miss your 2 a.m. phone calls. I miss our nights together at Cancer Park. I miss the drives, the walks, the joints, the beach, the lazy days, the long nights, all of it.

I miss you.